(Aphrodite Project #1)
by Belinda McBride
Blurb:
In a wicked game, the God of Love falls to his own arrow, and a gentle scholar learns how dangerous knowledge can be.
Aphrodite has had it.
It was bad enough that her son Eros walked a fashion show in drag, but did he really have to show the entire world his wings? Desperate to rein in the impulsive young god, she recruits the scholarly muse Rees to lure him back to Olympus until the scandal dies down.
After hundreds of years, Eros has finally located the reincarnation of his former love, Psyche. The only way to her heart is through fame, so the God of Love plans a daring campaign to win her back. Yet the closer he gets to Psyche, the more he’s drawn to a geeky young professor who came crashing into his life.
Eros drags Rees into his wicked world of high fashion and risqué parties, only to expose him to danger from an unexpected source. When Rees’ secrets come out, they threaten to destroy Eros’ love for him. Yet when Rees is kidnapped, Eros is forced to turn to the woman who set this catastrophe in motion—his mother, Aphrodite.
Reader Advisory: This book contains some scenes of kidnapping/captivity and graphic scenes of death and violence. This book also contains references to/discussions of rape.
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Excerpt
“What else do you know about Eros? Not me, but the god.”
He was intrigued. Granted, Rees seemed to know a great deal
about…well…everything. But it was just weird to hear him talking about the
historical version of Eros.
“He loved long and true. Odd, that the god you say
symbolizes lust is one of the few who had only one consort and one child.”
He pressed his eyes closed at the mention of his
daughter, Bliss. She’d been his blood, half-divine, but like her mother, she’d finally
succumbed to mortality. And like her mother, she’d chosen forgetfulness and
rebirth. She’d been a mere heartbeat in his long existence. The memory of her
made his heart ache. Sometimes he spotted a man or woman on the street, his
gaze drawn by golden hair and blue, blue eyes. His grandchildren, hundreds of
generations removed. It was another thought he avoided.
“It’s all fairy tales and fantasy, Rees.”
“Yes, of course. But people created these mythological
beings out of a need for explanation. For comfort. They needed reassurance that
there was more to the world than hard work and eventual death.”
He waded out farther, still facing Eros. His hands
drifted in the clear water. “And think of it, Eros. Most of the Greek pantheon
were rather fearsome characters, representing that which they feared and what
they desperately needed. Apollo promised that when we woke in the morning, the
sun would rise. Poseidon controlled the seas—when fishermen didn’t come back,
it was the god’s will. And the fertility deities, Aphrodite, Hermes, Demeter…so
very many gods and goddesses to pray to for successful crops and children. Then
there was Eros. He was all about love. Not the weather or the crops or
pregnancy, but quite simply…love. That was an amazing step forward in social
development.”
Eros waded out into the water, enjoying the sensation of
the sand slipping under his feet. He smelled salt on the air and thought of his
mother. “He sounds a bit unnecessary to me.”
Rees turned and smiled at him. “He sounds like the
creation of an evolving society.”
For a moment, Eros was afraid Rees would see his erection
and be spooked, but even as the thought crossed his mind, warm water slipped up
over his hips, hiding his groin. He tried to see if Rees was aroused, but the
ebb and flow of the water revealed nothing.
Without much thought, Eros gave himself to the ocean,
gliding under the surface, smiling a brief greeting to the tiny fish darting
past.
Nearby, Rees was cutting through the water as though he’d
been born to it, gliding down into the depths then rising, breaking the surface
in a smooth, tireless stroke. The water was shallow. Eros skimmed along the
bottom and kicked upward, rolling onto his back to watch the stars.
The version of Eros that Rees had described seemed like a
stranger. How long since he’d really cared about others? He’d certainly known
about Justin and Alejandro, but hadn’t been concerned enough to intervene. He’d
worried over Rosalinda, and had almost talked himself out of the idea that she’d
once been the love of his life. Because how could she be Psyche when he felt
little for her beyond lust and a warmth that warred with his annoyance at her
selfish behavior?
Beside him Rees drifted, completely comfortable in the
water. Like Eros, he watched the sky, smiling at the path of a falling star.
“Did you make a
wish?”
Eros blinked, surprised at how much the saltwater stung
his eyes. “Yeah. I made a wish.”
He wished the hollow spot in the middle of his chest
would go away. He wished that the two young men back at the hotel would gather
up their courage and grab their happiness. He wished like hell that Rees would
touch him, just brush a hand against his cheek. Nothing happened, and his buzz
faded away. When he looked up, they’d drifted far down the beach.
The lights of the
hotel were distant. He wanted nothing more than to keep drifting, away from his
past and his present. Away from the heartache of Rosa.
His eyes were burning again.
A strong hand settled on his arm and the gentle surf
tugged them back to shore. He landed on the sand with his head pillowed on
Rees’ chest, his ass coming to rest on boney knees. Rees wrapped his arms
tightly around Eros’ shoulders. He held on as the waves tugged at them,
pushing, pulling and bathing them in warmth and the tingle of sea foam. It felt
odd to have someone else holding him. And when a strong, graceful hand settled
over his heart, Eros could no longer blame the ocean for the sting in his eyes
and the salt on his cheeks. He turned his face into Rees’ chest and he cried.
4.5 out of 5 stars
The Tenth Muse is the first book in Belinda McBride's new Aphrodite Project.
I must say that this book stole right into my top 20 of 2016. I truly did not expect that when I read the blurb, more because I'm not huge into the fashion world. However my inner Greek Mythology nerd grrrl was seriously happy with the characters and settings along with the backstories and secondary characters.
Speaking of characters I utterly adored Rees and wanted to wrap Eros in his own wings and hug him for days. While the romance for these two characters started out as a charade while Rees watched over Eros so he'd 'behave' watching Rees fall for Eros was sweet..and sexy as hell. Especially with Eros having met his 'soul-mate' as her reincarnated self but knowing that he's not what she needs any longer. Eros is strong to step back and let her spread her own proverbial wings and find the love that is calling to her in this lifetime. He's less inclined to allow himself to fall for Rees, especially since he doesn't know who Rees really is.
The Tenth Muse had some very well planned and well executed twists and turns within the story. It also had a few typical tropes but they were well placed and written as an enhancement to the story instead of just added in because it would move the story forward. While I'd love to share more about the plot there is quite a large part of it that would be a major spoiler. So I let you read for yourself this amazingly well crafted story and get the full effect of the plot twists and turns.
I highly recommend this for anyone that loves their ancient greek and roman mythology. Also any one that loves a little paranormal in their romance, this book would be spot on for you. The characters and the storyline of The Tenth Muse will keep you hooked from page one all the way to the end. I look forward to the next book in the series and seriously hope that it's Eros's brother as one of the main characters.
About The Author
Belinda was born in Inglewood, California, but grew up far to the north in the shadow of Mt. Shasta. While her upbringing seemed pretty normal to her, she was surrounded by a fascinating array of friends and family, including various cowboys, hippies, scoundrels and saints.She has a degree in history and cultural anthropology, but in 2006 made the life-changing decision to quit her job as a public health paraprofessional and stay at home full time to care for her severely disabled niece. This difficult decision gave Belinda the gift of time, which allowed her to return to writing fiction, which she’d abandoned years before.
Belinda’s hobbies include soap making, dog shows, collecting gemstones, travel, and Chinese martial arts. She has two daughters, three Siberian Huskies, two Salukis, and an array of wild birds that visit the feeders in the front yard.
As an author, Belinda loves crossing genres, kicking taboos to the curb, and pulling from world mythology and folklore for inspiration. She won the Passionate Plume in science fiction for her m/m romance An Uncommon Whore and the EPIC in paranormal romance for Blacque/Bleu, and in science fiction for The Bacchi. She, along with co-authors Cherise Sinclair and Sierra Cartwright were nominated for an RT Reviewer’s Choice Award.
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ReplyDeleteYou're welcome! I can't wait for the next book in the series. This was soooooo good <3
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